The Diary

Quidditch Pitch

“Give it up Potter,” called Rhiannon with a trademark Malfoy sneer, “You know you can’t beat me so why don’t we just call it a draw.”

“I don’t think so Malfoy,” answered Thomas, “Quidditch is in my blood.”

“So be it Potter,” she replied, “but remember I gave you the option.” With that she back flipped her broom and proceeded to perform a spectacular dive toward the golden snitch. Thomas followed after her and saw the bludgers hurling toward her. Rhiannon turned to see the bludgers, “Oh bloody hell.” She leaned forward and pushed the old Nimbus 2000 harder. BAM! Pain shot through her side as the impact pushed her off course. She pulled up from the dive an opened her eyes to see if Thomas had succeeded in catching the snitch. But, to her relief, he had not.

“That was very impressive Malfoy,” commented Thomas from ten feet above her.

“Why thank you Potter,” she replied as she rose to join him, “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

But at the end of her retort, he was off towards the snitch. It was at least fifty feet above them. She chase after him as the snitch continued to rise.

“Hey Malfoy, lets forget about who’s going to win,” yelled Thomas, “Lets give them something to watch.”

“And what do you propose Potter?” she shouted back, but the only answer she got back was a smirk as they continued to climb higher. They continued their vertical climb just opposite of each other with their broomsticks facing in. Suddenly they both began to shift to the right in a circular motion. They started to spin faster and faster till they were just a blur with the golden snitch just above it.

“Remember to herd it toward me. No showing off,” she shouted.

“I know. I know. Just don’t forget your part,” he yelled back, “Ok? Break!”

The snitch sprinted to the right and Thomas flew after it while Rhiannon performed her trademark back flip loop to the left. Thomas chased the snitch and directed it towards the center of the pitch. They leveled of at about ten or eleven feet above the ground. As he got closer to the center he saw Rhiannon flying straight at him at about seven to eight feet above the ground with a bludgers on her tail and he, no doubt, had one on his as well. He quickly glanced back to see that the bludgers was level with his head. He dropped down to Rhiannon’s level and checked to see where his bludgers was at now.

*Perfect,* he thought, *its level is the same as Rhi’s. I really hope this works.*

Rhiannon hopped up on her broom so that she was now crouching on the broom with her feet firmly planted on the broomstick. The snitch was flying straight at her about three feet above her.

*If this doesn’t work,* she thought, *I’ll kill him and if Dad finds out about this he’ll kill me then Thomas.*

Just as the golden snitch passed the center, Thomas dropped a foot and pressed his body against the broom. While he was doing this, Rhiannon jumped off her broom, caught the snitch, sailed over Thomas and tucked and rolled roughly onto the field. SMACK! The bludgers collided with each other and fell to the ground as Thomas touched down and lay down on the grass next to Rhiannon.

“Wow, it actually worked,” said Thomas as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Yeah, I know,” she said as she breathed in rapid short breaths, “Let’s not do that again for awhile.”

“Agreed,” he replied as the class made their way to the two exhausted children.

“Wow! That was amazing! What’s it called,” praised their fellow classmates as the reached the center of the field.

“Class dismissed,” shouted Professor Wood, “Everyone leave Mister Potter and Miss Malfoy alone right now.” The class mumbled and headed back inside.

“That was great you two! I know that the Gryffindor seeker position is filled, but you two would make excellent chasers,” beamed the Professor, “I shall inform Professor McGonagall at once.”

Professor Oliver Wood walked back to the castle as Thomas and Rhiannon got up and dusted themselves off.

“That was fun and Dad is going to be thrilled that I made the house team in my first year,” exclaimed Rhiannon.

“I’m not surprised that we made it,” said Thomas, “I mean they have been teaching us how to fly and play quidditch since we were seven.”

“Very true,” Rhiannon agreed, “well we better head in.”

They began to walk towards the entranceway as someone watched them from the stands.

“Seems they inherited their fathers’ flying skills. She has so much of Draco in her and he… isn’t very much like Harry. Too much Marauders’ influence I suppose,” it said, “and I suppose he has inherited his mother’s mannerisms.” After the children entered the school, the figure stepped off the stands and headed in the same direction.

First Year Boys' Dorm

Thomas Potter entered the room and headed straight for his bed. He plopped down and yawned. He sat up and checked to see that if he was alone. After he was sure that he was alone, he leaned over the side of his bed and reached under it. He pulled out the old black journal and for the first time looked at its cover design. It was a simple silver phoenix that appeared as if it had been sealed on by a spell. Underneath it was cursive writing embossed in silver. He ran his fingers over the words as he spoke them.

“Veritas Vos Liberabit,” he said, “The truth shall set you free.”

He opened the diary and began to read from where he left off.

The Diary

The trip to Diagon Alley was not an exciting one. Well, it was perfectly all right till I entered a rather old looking shop called Ollivander’s. Apparently this was the shop where I’d get my first wand but the shop’s owner just gave me the shivers.

~Flashback~

Professor McGonagall and Kali entered the strange looking wand shop and came upon an old shopkeeper.

“Mister Ollivander, this is Miss Lupin an she is in need of a wand,” announced McGonagall.

“Ah, another Lupin. More specifically the daughter of Remus and Katherine Lupin, I’ve been wondering when I’d help you find your wand,” he said.

“You knew my parents?” questioned Kali.

“Of course I did. It was here that they got their wands,” he answered, “So which one is your wand arm?”

“Um the right, I guess,” she answered as she held it up.

“OK, I’ll just have to take some measurements,” and as he spoke, flying tape measures flew towards her and took measurements all over. After they were done, Mister Ollivander went to the back and returned with an old dusty box.

“Nine inches oak with a dragon heartstring core,” he said as he opened the box and pulled out a wand, “here, give it a wave.”

So she gave it a wave and a lamp tipped over and fell.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Kali said.

“Not to worry Miss Lupin. You are not the only first year student to have destroyed my shop this year,” he mournfully said, “Thank heavens you are not as powerful as him.”

“Like whom?” she asked curiously.

“Why Mister Harry Potter of course,” he answered with a smile.

“Harry who?” Kali responded.

“Harry who? Why the Boy-Who-Lived that’s who,” he exclaimed, “He is the one who saved us all from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”

~Return to Diary~

It was then that I had first heard the name of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone seemed to know who he was… he was famous. He was powerful. He was supposedly perfect. It was then when I knew what I must do. I must be better than Potter.

~Return to Flashback~

Mister Ollivander handed the young girl another wand. It was willow, eleven inches with a phoenix feather core. She gave it a wave, but nothing happened. The wand was immediately snatched out of her hands as he went to the back again. She raised her hand and brushed her bangs behind her ear and felt to see if her clip was holding her hair up properly. The old shopkeeper returned with another box.

“Mahogany, twelve inches with a unicorn tail hair core,” he said as he handed to the impatient girl, “Go on give it a wave.”

She gave it a wave as she was directed to, but this time it was different. She felt a warm tingle in her hand as the wand spurted gold and silver sparks from the tip.

“Wow,” was all she could say.

“Well it seems you have found a wand. This particular one is good in defense and dueling,” he commented, “That’ll be seven galleons.”

She reached into her pouch, paid him and left with her new wand.

~End of Flashback~

After shopping, Professor McGonagall dropped me off at the Leaky Caldron and I went to sleep dreaming of what was to come. The ride to Hogwarts was very uneventful. I never ran into the famous Harry Potter. Of course there was this one girl I met that was rather annoying. She was looking for someone’s toad if I recall correctly. She thought she knew everything and if anything that really gets on my nerves.

Anyways, soon I stood in front of everyone in the Great Hall and waited my turn to be sorted…

~Flashback~

“Lupin, Kali!” called McGonagall. The brown haired girl walked confidently up to the stool and sat on the stool, as the old worn hat was place on her head.

*Hmmmm…a Lupin. You do have their bravery and courage within you. You could belong in Gryffindor. Fantastic mind you possess. Much like your mother and your grandfather. They were also very smart, very talented. You could belong in Ravenclaw. So do you want Gryffindor or Ravenclaw?* asked the hat.

*Can either of them give me what I want?* thought Kali.

*And what is it that you desire?* countered the sorting hat.

*I want,* she bean as she took a quick glance at Harry Potter, *perfection.*.

*Ah, perfection. But what will you do to obtain it? * it inquired. She thought about it for a while until the answer finally came to her.

*Anything,* she answered, *The end justify the means.*

*Very well then. You belong in…* shouted the hat, “Slytherin!”

~End of Flashback~

Slytherin. I was a Slytherin. I remember walking to the table and looking at all the unfriendly faces. I sat as faraway from my new housemates as I could.

~Flashback~

Kali removed the hat and walked to her house table. She sat in the front away from the others and glanced around at the other tables as well as her own.

*The other tables seem nice. They all look so happy when they get a new member. When I was picked, the Slytherins looked ready to kill,* she thought, *They don’t look like a very happy bunch of people or good looking for that matter. Hmmm… maybe I should act like a snob with a holier-than-thou attitude.*

She sat up straight with a stoic expression on her face. She turned her attention back toward the sorting ceremony as a new name was called.

“Malfoy, Draco!” called the professor. Even before the hat touched his head it shouted Slytherin.

*Well I guess that shoots down my theory of no cute guys in my house,* Kali thought as he passed her without even noticing her, *But I guess he is still an ass.*

Soon another Slytherin was named, Pansy Parkinson. After being sorted, she practically ran to Draco and threw herself at him. Kali just rolled her eyes as the name she had been waiting for was finally called, Harry Potter. Whispers spread throughout the student body. Then dead silence as the hat was placed upon his head.

*So that is the famous Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. The golden boy. My competition,* she thought.

“Gryffindor!” shouted the hat, as the Potter boy took his seat at the Gryffindor table.

*Let the games begin, Mister Potter,* thought Kali.

~End of Flashback~

First and second year seemed to fly by. I was the top Slytherin student and second in the school behind that annoying Know-it-All Granger. Potter was Potter. I loathed him. He was the perfect Harry Potter. Everyone loved him. Everyone, that is, except Draco Malfoy and myself. Draco, the crown prince of Slytherin, the hottest guy in Hogwarts, but he never noticed me. He never even gave me a second glance. Actually no one really made an effort to be my friend and I didn’t make an effort to be friends with the other Slytherins and none of the other houses wanted to be anywhere near me because I was a Slytherin. So I was basically alone. I still exchanged a few letters with my dad. He didn’t seem too trilled that I was sorted into Slytherin. Come to think of it, he sent me a whole roll of parchment about it. I felt sorry for Hecate, my owl, for having to carry that roll.

Third year was a bit more interesting, especially after my first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was quite a shock when I found out that my dad was the new professor. He didn’t call me to face the boggart, so after class I hung back and waited till Potter was finished talking to him. After he left, I was alone with my father for the first time in I don’t know how long.

~Flashback~

“Allo Dad,” she calmly said as she walked toward the front.

“Kali?” he asked as he looked up from the desk. All she did was nod her head and he ran to her and attempted to hug her, but she stepped out of the way. He was a little confused at her actions, but continued to talk, “God, Kali you look like your mother, your hair color is lighter but you are your mother.”

“And, apparently, I have your eyes,” she commented.

“Yes, well yours are a lot bluer than mine and a deeper shade as well,” he said.

“Why couldn’t I live with you? Why did you give me up?” she cried in a sudden outburst. He tried to comfort her but she pulled away.

“I had to Kali. I can’t tell you now, but I will later. I promise,” he said.

“OK,” she said, “Can I live with you now?”

“We shall see. We shall see,” was he only response.

~End Flashback~

I didn’t get to find out the answers to my questions till the end of the year.

~Flashback~

Professor Lupin is heading out of the front doors of Hogwarts School as Kali runs up behind him.

“Is it true? Are you a werewolf?” she asked as she gasped for air.

“Yes, I am,” he answered without turning around, “That’s why I couldn’t keep you. I might have hurt you. And I assume that you no longer want to live with me anymore, now that you know, but that is OK I under…”

“Oh shut up Dad,” she said, “I was going to ask if I could start living with you as soon as school gets out for the summer holiday.”

He turned around shocked and just nodded his head up and down. A big smile appeared on her face as she spoke again, “Excellent! See you at King’s Cross then. Bye Dad, see you soon.”

“Bye Kali,” he said with a smile as he turned around and left.

~End Flashback~

The last few days of the term passed quickly without incident. The only thing that is worth mentioning happened on the train back to London. The train was due to arrive at the platform any minute and I was getting my stuff ready as I stepped out into the corridor. CRASH! Someone had run into me and was now lying on top of me. I opened my eyes and let them focus. Right in front of me were Draco Malfoy’s icy blue-gray eyes. He quickly got up and offered a hand to help me up. He mumbled something inaudible then left in a hurry. I stared in the direction he ha run off in and sighed. He finally noticed me.

That summer was interesting. I met my dad’s friend, Padfoot a.k.a. Sirius Black, the wanted murderer. He looked scary when I first saw him, but after talking to him, I couldn’t see how anyone would think he was a murderer let alone betray his best friend and his family. And it was Uncle Sirius, as I began calling him, who taught me how to waltz. He said I would need it sometime in my life, so why not learn now. I have never had so much fun in my life. My favorite part was when we would all be sitting in front of the fire after dinner and they would tell me stories of their youth. I loved hearing about how my parents got along. I learned so much about my mother, who was a Gryffindor the same year as him. But whenever they started to tell stories, it always seemed to get on the subject of perfect Harry Potter. I was so mad that even my own father praised him. But soon the summer was over and I had to return to the school for my fourth year.